‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. "Dog!" cried Wild, freeing himself by a powerful effort, and dealing Jack a violent blow with the heavy bludgeon, which knocked him backwards, "you are not yet a match for Jonathan Wild. ” “I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know.
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